singing softly -- THE HAZARDS OF LOVE

[extemporally]

Today I wore my rainbow scarf to work. Technically it is not MY scarf, but my friend's scarf. I saw it once and liked it so much she let me bring it home and there it has stayed always. She says she does not mind. I like it, because it's a rainbow scarf, but also because -- wow, how did I become that girl who borrows friends' clothes and everything? I have friends who are willing to lend me their clothes and steal them even! I have been a lonely girl off and on, ever since high school and beyond. Some days things like these do not cease to please.

I was on the way out of the station when I passed by the ice-cream stand which a couple of guys were setting up. (Sometimes I wish I was an ice-cream scooper. I've tried it before! I'm good at it, you guys.) One of the ice creams were blue in that cotton-candy pastel way, and I stopped because I just had to ask.

"Excuse me," I said, "What flavour is that ice cream?"

The guy said caramel, and I couldn't believe it (BLUE CARAMEL!!) and I just smiled confusedly and walked away because talking to strangers confuses me sometimes. I thought maybe he followed the direction of my point wrongly, but I don't know if I want him to be wrong because man, BLUE CARAMEL. It makes sense in a weird kind of way inside of my head.

Today before work I also gave my Haiti donation to the Red Cross.

And today has also been a good day (on my flist at least) for various recounts of idiot countrymen! Man, I don't know, every time I read about things like that I feel weirdly relieved like, okay, I'm not alone, but also slightly disappointed, because growing up on the Internet -- my corner of the Internet, where if crazies exist they are at least routinely given the smackdown -- has led me to believe (obviously erroneously) that the Overseas is this bastion of good sense and liberalism where craziness does not in any large measure prevail, that I could get out and I could run, in whichever direction, and I'd end up in a better place almost automatically. Knowing that nothing works out quite the way you expect it to, kind of, is a bit of a disappointment.

Times like these I just browse through Barnyard Chorus again and reassure myself that there are a couple of good ones left, here.

Sometimes I get this irresistable compulsion to listen to albums the whole way through, then either I stop halfway because some unreasonable circumstance has obliged me to pull out my earphones and by the time I get back, goddamn, I'm not in the mood for it any more! or I start concentrating on something else and I miss all my favourite parts, and all I can remember is a sort of queer musical smudge, only the less subtler lyrics and tunes hanging around in my head. This is usually when I listen to the album three times in a row, and today was that kind of a day for The Hazards of Love. Over and over again, THE HA-ZARDS OF LOVE!

& lastly:

Reply to this post, and I'll tell you one reason why I like you. Then re-post this and spread the love. ♥

Comments

[egelantier.livejournal.com]

but how did this blue caramel taste, though? i'm going to be so plagued by it now.

meme? ♥

[sinuous-curve.livejournal.com]

o/

[harborshore.livejournal.com]

♥

PS. I steal clothes so much. From my brother, my sister and my father, especially. I wear my dad's sweaters and my brother's t-shirts and my sister's--whatever she left at home when she left for college. And I wear my great grandmother's boots (which, come to think of it, I need to take them to be fixed before the next cold spell hits and I shall be without functional boots to wear).

[nova33.livejournal.com]

I went to this place that had a ridiculous amount of flavours of ice cream; literally hundreds. The options were overwhelming, and there were all sorts of really strange combinations of flavours.

Also,consider this me replying.

[forochel.livejournal.com]

EH I WANT SOME OF THAT BLUE CARAMEL ICE CREAM MAN. YOU SHOULD BUY IT AND TRY IT. BLUE ICE CREAM.

omg friend you are/were so idealistic hahaha

[oddishly.livejournal.com]

Please write stories for the rest of forever. This is a LOVELY post :)

Knowing that nothing works out quite the way you expect it to, kind of, is a bit of a disappointment.

Mmm. But then sometimes you walk into a raincloud and as well as getting dripped on, you see a rainbow beam into existence, and what you expected isn't nearly as good as what you got, so. ♥

[brilligspoons.livejournal.com]

Blue caramel? That's kind of amazing, and I would totally try that flavor.

*bats eyelashes* Why do you <3 me, dear one?

[loverave.livejournal.com]

♥

Also, I am jealous that you are good at scooping ice cream. I was sucky at it.

[emilyenrose.livejournal.com]

*replies!*

[ashlein.livejournal.com]

ME :D?

OOHHHH GIMME THAT BLUE CARAMEL!!

[softlyforgotten.livejournal.com]

Man, scooping ice cream would be the best job in the whole world. It's so satisfying when you get the curl of it just right! And you'd be making people happy all day, because ice cream! And there are flavours such as BLUE CARAMEL.

I do exactly the same thing with albums, oh man, and that album especially. I've also introduced it to my family, and they all like it a lot to various degrees, but especially my five year old brother, which means that occasionally he will come up to me and say "Mik, put on the True Love Song." Because of the first line of the second song.

& hello? ♥

[modus-irrealis.livejournal.com]

When I used to make ice cream I took great glee in colouring it. My favourite was pink mint - we called it cognitive dissonance flavour.

(Your country has some of my favourite ice cream stalls. WHY DID I MOVE SO FAR AWAY.)

[kyasuriin.livejournal.com]

... I clearly do not take much prodding. *looks down sheepishly*